Voren nods. “We all will.”
“Leave us,” I instruct the witch.
Tabitha hesitates but then nods. “Fine. But don’t make a move on that thing without me.”
“Of course,” I say.
Tabitha leaves through the front door, closing it quietly behind her.
“Is she gone?” Nyssa’s voice is soft from the hallway.
“Yes,” I say, turning to her.
“Then come here. All of you. I don’t need sleep. I just need you.”
I’m there in three strides, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. She is already naked, and I want to worship her. I place her down gently and part her legs. Trailing my hands back up, she arches into my touch.
“I thought I might lose you,” I confess. “When that Judge took you?—”
She sits up and silences me with a kiss that tastes like power and determination. “You didn’t lose me. You won’t lose me.”
“Promise?” Dastian asks as he and Voren join us.
“I promise. Now stop talking and make me forget about all of this for five minutes.”
“Five minutes?” I scoff, making her giggle.
I trail kisses from her mouth all the way down to her nipples. I circle one hardened peak with my tongue, feeling her body respond, her breath catching in short, sharp bursts. She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling just hard enough to send a jolt straight to my core.
“You’re ours,” I murmur against her skin, trailing my mouth lower, across the flat plane of her stomach. Her muscles tense under my lips, and she arches up again, seeking more. I part her thighs wider, exposing her completely. She’s already wet, and the sight makes my control slip just a fraction.
Voren captures her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her soft moan as his fingers find her nipple, pinching and twisting. Dastian crawls over the bed, taking her other nipple into his mouth.
I dip my head between her thighs, my tongue flicking out to tease her clit. She gasps, her hips bucking up to meet me, and I pin her down with one hand on her pelvis, holding her steady. Voren breaks the kiss to watch, his pale blue eyes darkening with hunger as he traces patterns on her neck with his lips.
“More,” she demands, her voice breathy but commanding.
It stirs something primal in me, a need to both submit and claim her completely.
I increase the pressure, lapping at her, feeling her pulse against my mouth. Her breath comes faster, ragged, the tension coiling tight in her body.
Voren lifts his head, his hand cupping her face to turn it toward him. “Let go,” he says, his voice a quiet command. He kisses her again, deep and consuming, while I work her relentlessly.
She shatters with a cry that’s muffled against Voren’s lips, her body convulsing, her clit throbbing under my tongue. I don’t stop until she’s trembling from the aftershocks, her hands pushing at my head weakly.
Chapter 38
Nyssa
Ipush at Dreven’s hair, and he lifts his head, mouth wet, eyes dark. I’m still shaking, nerve endings firing everywhere. Dastian slides his hand between my thighs and draws slow circles, keeping me on the edge. Voren kisses my throat, his breath steady, his control infuriating and perfect.
“I want you.”
Dreven strips without comment and looms over me, pausing to search my face. I hook a leg around his waist in answer. He pushes in slow, careful, eyes on mine. The stretch is deep and immediate, and the sound that comes out of me isn’t elegant.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, thrusting deep.
Voren shifts to my side and brings his thumb to my mouth. I take him in, sucking hard enough to make his breath stutter. Dastian kneels by my hip, stroking my cheek with the back of his knuckles, smug as sin.
